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X^heGlRL/* -,His Town6y Maw VanVorslT1LLVSTRAT10K5' by M.G.KETINERCOPYRtOMT lqiO by TK«. Dobbs-Cdvr-nl I C'Jmpihy'SYNOPSIS.Dan Blair, the 22-year-old son of theflfty-inllllon-dollar copper kins of Blalr-town. Mont., Is a guest at the Englishhome of Lady Galorey Dan s father hadbeen courteous to Lord Gnlorey duringhts visit to the United States and thecourtesy Is now being returned to theyoung man. The youth has an Ideal girlIn his mind. He meets Lily, Duchess ofBreakwater, a beautiful widow, who Isattracted by hlB Immense fortune andtakes a liking to her When Dan was aboy, a girl sang a solo at a church, andhe had never forgotten her. The Ga-loreys, Lily and Dan attend a Londontheater where one Letty Lane Is the starDan recognizes her ns the girl from histown, and going behind the scenes Intro-duces himself and she remembers him.He learns that Prince Ponlotowsky Issuitor and escort to Letty. Lord Ga-lorey and a friend named ltuggles deter-mine to protect the westerner from Lilyand other fortune hunters. Young Blairgoes to see Lily; he can talk of nothingbut I^tty and this angers the Duchess.CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.But the cold voice of the duchessdid not chill him. “Simply great,'' hecontinued, "and I’m sorry lor herdown to the ground. That Is what Isthe matter. Didn’t ydu notice herwhen she came Into the Carlton thatnight?""What of It, silly? I thought shelooked as thin as a shad In that blackdress, and the way Ponlotowsky goesabout with her proves what an ass heIs."“Well, 1 hate him," Blair simplystated; “I would wring his neck lortwenty cents. But she’s very 111; thatIs what Is the matter with her."“They all look like that off thestage,” the duchess assured Indiffer-ently. "They are nothing but foot-light beauties; they look ghastly offthe boards. 1 dare say that LettyLane Is 111, though; the pace shegoes would kill anybody. Have somemore tea?"He held out his cup and agreedwith her."She works too hard—this playingalmost every night, singing and danclng twice at the matlness, 1 shouldthink she would be dead.""Oh, I don’t mean her professionalengagements," murmured the duchessA revolt such as had stung himwhen they criticized her at the Carlton rose In him now"It Is hard to believe," he said,“when you hear her sing that doveaong and that cradle song.”But his companion’s laugh stoppedhis championship short“You dear boy, don’t be a silly, DanShe doesn't need your pity or yourgood opinion She is perfectly satis-fied She has got a fortune In Poniotowsky, and she really Is 'a perfectterror.’ you know."Affected slightly by her cold dis-missal of his subject, he paused for amoment But his own point of viewwas too strong to be shaken by thiswoman's light words”1 suppose If she wasn't from mytown—" At his words the vision ofLetty Lane with the coral strands onher dress, came before his eyes, andhe said honestly: “But I do take anInterest in her Just ihe same, andshe's going to pieces, that's clearSomething ought to be done "The Duchess of Breakwater wasvery much annoyed“Are you going to talk about herall the time?" she asked with sharpsweetness. "You are not very flatterlng. Dan."And he returned peacefully, "Why, Ithought you might be able to help herIn some way or another ""Me!” She laughed aloud "Mehelp Letty Lane? Really—”“Why, you might get her to sing outhere,” he suggested "That wouldsort of get hold of her; women knowbow to do those things "His preposterous simplicity overwhelmed her She stirred her tea,and said, controlling herself. "Why,whai on earth would you have me tosay to Letty Lane?'“Oh, Just be nice to her," he sug-gested. "Tell her to take care of herself and to brace up Get some nicewoman to—"The duchess helped him "To r&form her?”"Do her good." the boy said gently"You’re too silly for words If youwere not such a hopeless child I wouldbe furious with you Why, my dearhoy, she would laugh iu your face andin mineAs the duchess lett Hie tea tableshe repeated: is this what you came,,,, r*-n — 1 r- *• tnllr tn rn n shell!And at the touch of her dress as shepassed him—at the look she gave himfrom her eyes, Dan flushed and saidhonestly: "Why, I told you that shewas the only thing that kept me fromthinking about you all the time."CHAPTER IX.Disappointment.Dan Blair bad not been back of thescenes at the Gaiety since his firstcall on the singer Indeed, though behad told the duchess he pitied MissLane, he had not been able to ap-proach her very closely, even in hisown thoughts. When she first ap-peared on his horizon his mind wasfull of the Duchess of Breakwater, andthe singer had only hovered round hishim about them was put to the testnow; the girl be had dreamed of, "thenice girl," well, she would have hada tenderer way with her In a casesuch as this! Back of Dan’s hurt feel-ings, there was a great deal on theDuchess of Breakwater’s side. Shehad not done for herself yet. Shehadn’t fetched him nearly up to thealtar for nothing, and back of his dis-approval, there was a long list of ad-mirations and looks, memories ofmany tete-a-tetes and of more ferventkisses which scored a good deal In thefavor of Dan’s first woman. The Duch-ess of Breakwater had gone boldly onwith Dan’s unfinished education, andhe really thought he loved her, andthat he was in honor bound to see thething through.That evening, once more in thebox be had taken all to himself, helistened to "Mandalay,” carried awaywith the charm of the music and car-ried away by the singer. He was inthe box nearest the stage and seemedclose to her, and he Imagined thatunder her paint he could see herpallor and how thin she was. Noth-ing, however, In her acting or In hervoice revealed the least fatigue. Blairhad obtained a card of entrance tothe theater, which permitted him tocirculate freely behind the scenes,and although as yet the run of hisvisits had not been clear, this righthe had a purpose. Dan stood not farfrom the corridor that led to LettyLane’s room, and saw her after heract hurriedly cross the f*tage, a bigwhite shawl wrapping her slenderform closely. She was as thin as acandle. Her woman Higgins followedHello, You! What Are You Hanging Around Here For?”more profound feelings for anotherwoman But Letty Lane was an at-mosphere in Dan’s mind which he wasnot yet able to understand There wasso little lefl that was connected withhis old home, certainly nothing in theBritish Isles, excepting Ruggles, andto the young man everything fromAmerica had its value. Decidedly thenice girl of whom he had spoke" toGordon Galorey, the prtnt-frocked,bonneted type, the Ideal girl that Danwould like to marry and to spoil, hadnot crossed his path. The Duchess ofBreakwater did not suggest her, nordid any of the London beauties. Dan'sfirst Ideal was beginning to fadeHe left Osdene Park on protest andreturned the same night to London,and all the way back to town trted toregister In his mind, unused to analy-sis, his experience with the Duchessof Breakwater on this last visit.He had experienced his first dis-appointment in the sex, and this dis-appointment had beeti of an unusualkind It was not that he had beenturned down or given the mitten, buthe had seen one woman turn anotherdown A woman had been mean, sohe put 11, and the fact that the Duchess of Breakwater had refused tolend a moral hand to the singer atthe Gaiety hurt Dan’s feelings Then,is soon as his enthusiasm had calmed,he saw what a stupid ass he had beenA duchess couldn't mix up with acomic opera stngei of course Still,he mused, “she might have been a Ut-ile nicer about It.”The education hts father hud givenclosely after her, and as they passedDan, Letty Lane called to him gaily;“Hello, you! What are you hangingaround here for?”And Dan returned; “Don't standhere In the draft It Is beastly cold.”“Yes. Miss,” her woman urgeO,"don’t stand here.”But the actress waited neverthelessand said to Dan: “Who’s the girl?""What girl?”"Why, the girl you come here everynight to see and are too shy to speakto. Everybody is crazy to knowLetty Lane looked like a little gl.'lherself In the crocheted garment hersmall hands held across her breast.Dan put his arm on her shoulderwithout realizing the familiarity of hisgesture:“Get out of this draft—get out of Itquick, I say,” and pushed her towardher room.“Gracious, but you are strong " Shefelt the muscular touch, and his handflat against her shoulder was warmthrough the wool."I wish you were strong. You worktoo darned hard."Her head was covered with thecoral cap and feather. Dan saw herbillowy skirt, her silken hose, her lit-tle coral shoes. She fluttered at thedoor which Higgins opened.“Why haven’t you been to see me?"she asked him. “You are not verypolite.""1 am coming In now.”“Not a bit of It. I’m too busy, andIt Is a short entr’acte. Go and see thegirl you came here to see.”Dan thought that the reason sheforbade him to come In was becausePrince Ponlotowsky waited for her inher dressing-room. It was his firstJealous moment, and the feeling fellon him with a swoop, and its tangsfastened in him with a stinging" pain.He stammered:"I didn’t come to see any girl herebut you. I came to sec you."“Come tomorrow at two, at the Sa-voy."Before Dan realized his own pre-cipitation, he had seized the door-handle as Letty Lane went within andwas about to close her room againsthim, and said quickly:“I’m coming right In now,”“Why, I never heard of such athing, ” she answered sharply, angri-ly; “you must he crazy! Take awayyour hand!” And hers, as well as his,seized the handle of the door. Hersmall Ice-cold hand brought him to hissenses.“1 beg your pardon,” he murmuredconfusedly. “Do go In and get warmif you can.”But Instead of obeying, now thatthe rude young man withdrew his Im-portuning, Miss Lane’s hands fellfrom the knob, and close to his eyesshe swayed before him, and Dancaught her in his arms—went Into herroom, carrying her. He had beenwrong about Prince Ponlotowsky;save for Higgins, the room was empty.The woman, though she exclaimed,showed no great surprise and seemedprepared for 6uch a fainting spell.Dan laid the actress on the sofa andthen the dresser said to him:“Please go, sir; 1 can quite manage.She has these turns often. I’ll giveher brandy. She will be quite right.”(TO BE CONTINUED.)Not madebythetruSLvis/CHICAGOWhy Rent a Farmand be compelled to pay to your landlord mostof your hard-earned profits? Own your ownform. 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